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Pedestrians made their way through the gloom, jogging, walking in pairs. The park’s lights were already coming on, bathing the paved pathways in warm pools of amber, but relegating the wooded areas to an almost artificial darkness. The fresh air was clearing the weird haze of Loïc and sex that had settled over my mind.
I’d lost him, choosing paths at random. Part of me was disappointed, both that I would go home to guiltily beat off to thoughts of him, and because he’d given up. I didn’t want to think about him when I jerked off—had tried to turn my thoughts away to other things. Unfortunately, even when I fantasized about Tarryn lately, Loïc would invariably show up, too.
Maybe he wasn’t as dominant and intimidating as I’d set him up to be in my mind. I’d physically escaped. Maybe I could escape emotionally, too.
I went on, turning onto the path that would lead out of the park toward home.
Chill wind ruffled my hair, drying the sweat. That same wind kept flipping my tie over my shoulder, and I stopped trying to readjust it. I didn’t need to look put together and self-possessed out here. There were no meetings in the park. No one out here was looking to me to set an example.
“Boo.”
The sardonic voice came from only a few feet behind me. I turned and found Loïc leaning against a tree I’d passed, as though he’d been there waiting for a while.
Shit.
How?
That word reverberated through my mind as I stepped back from him. He wasn’t close enough to grab me, but it wouldn’t take much to close the distance between us.
“Don’t make me keep chasing you, Valor. You won’t like what happens.”
His teeth were a flash of white. The shadows gathered around him, like fawning, adoring hounds.
“I should go home.” Damn it. Why had my voice shaken? Maybe he hadn’t noticed.
“Is it past your curfew?” he asked dryly.
“I…” My heart felt like it was beating directly into my throat.
“You…” he prompted.
He pushed away from the tree and moved closer. I tracked his inhumanly graceful movements like Little Red Riding Hood would watch Big Bad. His suit looked like a costume now, as though it could barely contain the animal beneath it.
“What is your game, Leduc?”
“You’re my game, Davenport.” His smile was breathtaking. Terrifying.
“What does that mean?” The adrenaline that rushed in my ears made it hard for me to hear my own words, but I knew they were laced with fear. Lust, yes, but there was more to it. There was something about him that felt fey—like the rules of logic didn’t necessarily apply to him. Maybe it was true. Locks meant nothing to this man. The rules of society meant less. He could charm people into doing things that were against their nature.
He’d told me he did what he wanted, and I was starting to realize he really, really meant it.
What if he didn’t just try to take Tarryn? What if he decided to win her by killing me and getting me out of the way? He didn’t look like hewas carrying any weapons—his pants and dress shirt fitted to his body too closely to hide much.
“Do you know what I like about you, Valor? You see the parts of me other people don’t, and yet you can’t seem to look away. If anything, it makes your dick harder.”
“I don’t know what you mean,” I said hoarsely.
“I can tell you feel it.” He gave a small smile. “You think I’m creepy rather than charming, and yet that only makes you want me more. How long has evil fascinated you?”
“You’re not evil.”
“What makes you think that?”
“I don’t know. You’re a bit strange, but that doesn’t make you evil.”
“No, the fact that I’m a murderer makes me evil.”
My chest constricted with visceral fear, as though a missing piece of the puzzle had fallen into place and now Iknewhim, knew him.
